Chapter Eleven - Roseanne
“I think you realize you have opened a Pandora’s Box,” I said with a giant grin on my face. “It appears what I have been missing is right in front of me. I’m still trying to catch my breath after you went down on me with such enthusiasm.” I had found dominance and I wasn’t about to relinquish the control easily.
“I’ve never been with a woman who was able to give me a good reason to rise from the ashes of my orgasm.” He turned me until I was on my back looking up at his blazing blue eyes. The emerald-colored doors to my soul were shining brightly.
“I’m going to have you. This bed is going to get the workout of a lifetime. I hope it is one that is built to last, with the ability to take a beating. I don’t make those claims lightly. I feel like it’s necessary to take the kid gloves off.” He was on top of me and I could feel the subject of his arousal touching me.
“I swear there’s something coming over me. It’s time to work out in a way to burn off any calories we might’ve consumed at the party.” I held him back, but his hands peeled my fingers off his shaft one at a time.
“I don’t know what the future holds, but this is worth the risk to find out.” He only said what I was already thinking.
My mind was telling me it was time to make a move. Lying back was tantamount to opening my body to his manly essence.
“I have needed this. I’ve been waiting for the right man to come along to show me how a woman should be treated. Give us an inch and we will take a mile.” I pulled him down to stab my tongue into his mouth. The injection of manhood was simultaneous.
The feeling of being filled made my eyes scream, as my mouth was currently occupied and could not make any noise other than a long drawn out moan. He started with a slow rhythmic motion. He was making me feel every inch of him, all the way down to his balls. They were nestled up against me on each forward thrust.
There was no pressure and no time limit on the kind of pleasure we could inflict on each other. I was happy to indulge his creative license. He was constantly changing the pace to keep me at a loss for words.
“I know you can feel my cock deep inside you. The heat of your excitement is wrapped around me in a glove-like fit. I love the way your juices glisten and sizzle along my flesh.” I wrapped my legs around him, holding him close and making it necessary for him to use muscles he probably hadn’t in quite some time.
The headboard was custom made by my father. He was a craftsman when it came to building things with his hands. It banged repeatedly against the wall, making some of the plaster peel off the wall like wallpaper.
“Fuck me and show me what a real man feels like. This body is yours. Make it sing with the musical notes of pleasure spewing from my lips.” I was beating holy hell on his backside with my bare heels. It spurred him on and gave him fuel for the fire.
“I could probably keep this up all night.”
My eyes widened with surprise by how his claim was going to leave me a shell of what I once was. “That’s a bold statement, and one I don’t think you’re going to be able to follow through on.”
The rubbing of his shaft against my clit was enough to blow the top of my head off. I came with a rush of endorphins running through my veins and traveling until they were situated squarely in my crotch. The rippling feel of my orgasmic discharge squeezed the living daylights out of him. I was attempting to milk him dry of the seed boiling in his nuts. There was no stopping the ignition of excitement.
“I might have been a little too quick to make any snap judgments.” His bulbous knob was pulsing inside me and I could feel the vein throbbing along the length of his shaft.
“Give it to me… give it to me… give it to me.” It was my own sexual mantra repeated over and over again in my head. It was a vocal exercise to draw him into the web of my depravity.
“I never want to be known as the kinda guy that doesn’t give a girl what she wants.” His finger found my little friend and stimulated a second orgasm to the surface. I could’ve sworn he had a roadmap to my anatomy in his possession.
“I’m cumming again and this time I’m not taking no for an answer.” I thought the first one was intense, but this one was off the charts.
The magnitude was like an earthquake in my body. It had the ability to wrench his own climactic moment out of him. I looked into his eyes and saw our passions colliding.
His eyes popped clear open and his mouth parted with an effort to say something. It never amounted to anything more than groans of gratification.
I felt the dam burst from between his legs. He fired indiscriminately, pounding me into the mattress with such feverish hunger that I was barely hanging on for the ride. He gave one final jolt and then fell on top of me. We were still connected with no need for words. Everything said was with the language of love. It was a universal expression.
He pulled out, leaving me gaping and hungry for more. I had this insatiable appetite, and it had nothing to do with food. The fantasies in my head didn’t even compare to the real thing.
I must’ve fallen asleep. I woke up feeling refreshed, but he was no longer with me. I took a look at the clock and knew I was running late for work. I would barely have enough time for a five-minute shower and then I had to race out the door.
I jogged briskly, holding onto the black bag digging into my shoulder. There was nothing fancy about it.
I had excess energy and I burned it off by running up the stairs in the building. I got to my desk and he was there smiling like the cat that ate the canary.
“You look like you had a long night.” He was wearing the same suit and nobody seemed to notice. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to be reprimanded for being late.
“I had a ‘friend’ stay over and we didn’t get much sleep.” I had awoken a couple of times to find him under the sheet licking me like a man possessed.
“I’m sure he didn’t mean to keep you up most of the night. If I were you, I would take it as a compliment he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. I can’t say I blame him. Have you seen yourself in the mirror? I would take a look at your earliest convenience.” He brushed a lone strand of hair away from my eyes.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I stood my ground, making it necessary for him to continue.
“I don’t know how quite to explain it. You look happy, like someone who has recently been FUCKED.” The word made me look around nervously to find out if anybody was witnessing this exchange.
“Keep your voice down.” I wasn’t embarrassed by what we did, but I didn’t think he would want it to be advertised.
“I would like to extend the intimacy between us. I have a standing reservation at an Italian restaurant. Join me this evening and I promise you a night you will never forget.”
I thought last night was a one-time deal, but I was beginning to realize he wanted more than a one night stand. “I should have woken up this morning shaking with fear by what I learned about you. I’m not afraid, and I know you would do nothing to hurt me on purpose. I’ve made up my mind to have dinner with you.” I think he thought I was going to argue with him. I found it sexy for him to be able to enforce his will with a unique form of protection and strength.
“There are very few who know my secret. I can count them on one hand. It’s very important you don’t mention this to anybody, including Logan. He’s exactly like me with subtle differences. You could equate us to snowflakes, one not being the same as the other.” He went back into his office and I breathed a sigh of relief to have this moment of solitude.
I was looking forward to dinner and the possibility of dessert being more a feast for the eyes.